I wrapped my mind around the flame, pointed my finger, and released the spell again.
The candle exploded, scattering droplets of hot wax across the table and onto the wall behind it.
'I see,' Bunny said, drily. 'You've learned a new way to make a mess. Some day you'll learn a spell that helps with cleaning up. Then I'll be impressed.'
'That's not how it's supposed to work,' I protested. 'I did it perfectly just before you came in.'
'What is it, anyway?' she said.
'Oh, it's a new spell that was in my latest correspondence lesson for the Magikal Institute of Perv,' I said. 'It's a magikal way to extinguish a flame. It didn't seem very difficult, so I've been puttering around with it as a break when I'm working on the other lessons.'
'A magikal way to extinguish a flame,' she repeated slowly. 'Is it really a vast improvement on simply blowing the candle out?'
'It's an exercise,' I said, defensively. 'Besides, if I get good enough at it... I don't know, maybe I could put out a whole burning building.'
'Hmpf,' she said, and I realized I was losing an argument when we weren't even arguing.
'Anyway, what was it you wanted?'
It's an old ploy. When in doubt or in trouble, change the subject. Sometimes it works.
'I just wanted to say that I think you should take a look at Buttercup.'
'Buttercup? What's he done now?'
Buttercup was a war unicorn I sort of inherited early in my career. While he isn't as inclined to get into mischief or break things as Gleep, my dragon, that still leaves him a lot of room for minor disasters.
'Nothing I know of,' Bunny said. 'He just doesn't seem as perky as he usually is. I'm wondering if he's coming down with something.'
'Maybe he's just getting old.' I realized that I know even less about the longevity of unicorns than I did about their ailments. 'Ill take a look at him.'
We were currently based in what used to be an old inn. Actually, I had a bit of my history tied up in the inn even before my current relocation. When I first teamed with Aahz, this very inn was the headquarters for our adversary of the moment, one Isstvan. After successfully vanquishing him and sending him off to roam the dimensions, Aahz and I used it as our own base until our subsequent move to Possiltum, and eventually to the Bazaar at Deva. It seemed only natural to return to it when I retired and was looking for a quiet place to pursue my studies.
Buttercup shared the stable area of the inn with Gleep, though more often or not they only used it to sleep. The rest of the time they roamed the grounds, playing with each other and getting into the aforementioned mischief. To say the least, this insured that our neighbors and folks from the nearby village gave the place a wide berth as a general rule.
I wasn't wild about running him down if they were out terrorizing the countryside, as they were both fleeter of foot and in better condition than I was. Fortunately he was in residence when I reached the stables.
'Hey, Buttercup! How's it going?'
The unicorn raised his head and glanced at me, then let it sag once more. Bunny was right. Buttercup did seem very droopy, not at all his normal manner. What was more, his coat seemed dull and dry.
'Are you okay, fella? What's wrong?'
That inquiry didn't even earn me a second glance.
Normally, I'd be at a loss for what to do. This time around, however, I had an idea. Glancing out the stable door to be sure Bunny wasn't within hearing, I turned to Gleep who was watching the proceedings with interest.
'Gleep? Do you know what's wrong with Buttercup?'
I had discovered that my dragon could actually talk, though only in halting sentences. At his request, I had withheld that particular bit of information from my colleagues.
Gleep craned his neck to look out the door himself, then brought his head close to mine. 'Buttercup ... sad,' he said.
My pet's breath was foul enough that it usually drove me back a step or two. My concern was such, however, that I held my ground.
'Sad?' I said. 'About what?'
Gleep seemed to struggle to find the words.
'You ... not... use ... him.'
'Not use him?' I echoed, trying to understand. 'You mean he wants me to play with him more?'
The dragon moved his head slowly from side to side in ponderous negation. 'No. Not... play. You ... not... use ... him ... to ... fight'
Slowly it began to sink in what the problem was.
Buttercup had been working with a demon hunter when we first met. The hunter, Quigley, had moved on to a career in magik, leaving the unicorn with me. While there had been many and varied adventures since then, I had never called on Buttercup to assist in any of them, preferring to deal with the problems by magical means. Well, magik combined with a fair amount of underhanded double talk. Whatever the reason, though, what was once a proud fighting animal had been reduced to the status of a house pet... and he didn't like it.
That seemed to be the problem. The trouble was, I had no idea what to do about it.
For a change, this lack of knowledge or a specific plan did not distress me. If nothing else, in my varied career prior to my retirement, I had amassed an impressive array of specialists, most of whom were usually all too happy to advise me in areas where my own experience was lacking. In this case, I thought I had a pretty good idea of who to turn to.
Big Julie had been commanding the largest army this dimension had ever seen when we first met. I can refer to its impressive size with some authority as, at the time, I was on the other side. Shortly thereafter, he had retired and was living in a villa near the Royal Palace of Possiltum. We had gotten to be pretty good friends, however, and he had helped me and my colleague out several times on an advisory basis. Not surprising, with his background, his advice was unswervingly helpful and insightful. As such, his was the first name that sprang to my mind to consult with regarding my current dilemma with Butter-cup.
As always, he was happy to see me when I dropped in, and we immediately fell to reminiscing about old times like old war comrades ... which we sort of were. The wine and lies flowed in roughly equal quantities, making for a very pleasant, relaxed conversation.
[Author's note: Yes, that was an abrupt shift of time and location. Short stories don't give you much space for lengthy travel sequences. Besides, if they can get away with it in
As he was refilling our goblets with yet another sample from his extensive wine cellar, he cocked an eye at me and winked.
'So! Enough small talk. What's the problem?'
'Problem?' I said, taken a bit aback. I had figured to ease into the subject slowly.
Big Julie leaned over and clapped me on the knee with his hand. 'You're a good boy, Skeeve,' he said. 'I'm always glad when you take time to visit Still, you're busy enough, so I figure you don't come all this way just to chit chat with an old soldier. To me, that means you've got some kind of a problem you think I might help you with.'
A little irked a being found out so easily, I filled him in on my perception of the problem. For all his self- deprecating comments about being an 'old soldier,' as I mentioned before, Big Julie had the finest mind regarding things military that this dimension had ever seen.
'A war unicorn, eh?' he said, raising his eyebrows.
'Don't see many of those anymore. Still, you could be right Do you know much about war unicorns?'
'Practically nothing,' I admitted easily. 'I sort of inherited this one.'
'Well, you can forget about that poetic stuff with unicorns and virgins,' the retired general said. 'Unicorns are fighters, bred specifically for their ferocity and loyalty. They're particularly popular in certain circles because they're all but immune to magik.'
'Really? I didn't know that.'
'I don't think I've ever heard of one retiring, though,' Julie continued. 'Usually they die in combat. Once
